Novel & Cerita Gundham Tanaka Fanart

Though how dark and how deep he wasn’t sure. This new obsession of his was to Luke’s mind merely an observation and nothing more. Luke liked to observe—that was what he told himself he was doing—observing and not gawking at Sakura Tanaka, the gallery owner, painter, and freelance photographer. Today she was wearing one of her long, flowing skirts and a peachy-white blouse she buttoned all the way up to her swanlike neck. The front of the pretty blouse also had frills, which added more femininity to her already elegant and feminine person.

They had suddenly become insecure, panicking at the slightest touch. "Welcome great members of the Deadly Fang Pack!" Ryu exclaimed as he approached the corridor. "Great Deadly Fangs," they chanted till his voice came into play. "Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves.".

I watched as Miss Kaneko, Frank and also Mike went away to their sections, while they were still discussing about everything related to their task, and all of them were very excited with their task. To my knowledge from what Hannah Johnson told me, Frank and Mike is someone that were considered as a Gun Otaku, or Miltary Otaku, both of them were actually not at all involved in a military or have done a service in a military, but both of them were very enthusiastic about everything that is related to military, from firearms all the way to it’s vehicles. Furthermore both of them had an experience as an artist for a military themed comics in their previous work. I trust that with them in charge

He then showed some cute gestures by closing his hands, raising it to his cheek level and did a cute smile to everyone while he was moving it. The girls spazzed again and kept on screaming. They could not control themselves because of Tan’s cute gestures. Tan was a tall guy, brown skin, black thin hair, pointed nose, his eyes are small but quite big. He also had noticeable eye bags and was wearing eyeliner. That was why he wanted to be called a panda, he believed that he was cute as a panda. He then stopped and bowed to everyone and moved backwards. Mukgu found Tan and Ruru adorable. “Oh, they are so adorable! ” Mukgu commented. Mingchan and Mukgu were enjoying their introductions.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

“...You’re not Artie.” “...” “Where’s Lady Bunny? Bring me to her!” Usha demanded. The rabbit kept looking at him, as if he was an alien. However, the silence was soon broken by the rabbit's driver, "You rascal! Get away from my precious right now!" Usha yowled, trying to scratch the ugly driver's face, "You're the one that should get away!" The cat kept screaming and roaring, attracting many looks from passers-by. The fight kept going on, until it was broken by a tall man with a kind face, "Tanaka-san, stop it, it's just a cat." He wears a semi butler outfit in combination of white, black and beige.

The frantic neon light of the main street was reduced to a faint, orange glow that filtered through the thick web of overhead power cables, casting long, spider-like shadows across the wet cobblestones. At the far end of the alley, sitting on a wooden milk crate outside a tiny, shuttered ramen shop, was Ren Tanaka. He was a young man in his late twenties, his short black hair shaved close at the sides, his face marked by a long, clean scar that ran from his left temple down to his jawline. He wore a dark, oversized nylon bomber jacket and heavy boots, looking like a typical Shinjuku street youth, but his eyes were a startling, brilliant amber gold that marked him as a purebred Alpha of the n

Instead, a woman sat, sipping a martini, her black dress clinging to her curves, her glossy hair cascading in waves. She was gorgeous—high cheekbones, full lips, an aura that screamed power and sex appeal. She was Japanese, like Kaito. Her dark eyes locked on me with familiarity. Which was weird cause I know I've never met her before. “Oh, you must be the Lisa,” she said, her voice smooth and lightly accented. Her smile more smirk than warm. She stood, offering a manicured hand, her nails were blood-red. “I’m Hana Tanaka.” Confusion slammed into me harder. Tanaka—Kaito’s surname. My stomach twisted, a sick dread rising.

He said desperately and I followed, tearing away the seal, his expression told me it’s going to be something breath-taking and he placed his hand on his chest. “To, Dawn Amber Eldorado,” I read, my breath stuck, it must be Kai’s doing. A smile threatened to burst forth from my lips, knowing he was thoughtful enough to retain my mother’s name. “Team Animaniac, congratulates you for being the number 1 artist on Weekly Charts of New York times for two months,” my eyes wide, “and would like to give you an offer to work on an upcoming Anime, ‘The ‘Ed series’, we’d love to work with a talented artist like you and are awaiting your response eagerly.

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie